FANPORT OVERFLOW LOG

[maskormods]

WHO: ImPorts!
WHERE: Heropa's Convention Centre.
WHEN: April 14-16, from 9 AM - 12 AM every day.
WHAT: Registration is in motion alongside FanPort, the most popular imPort convention around! Come on in and see imPort-led panels, the artist's alley, cosplayers, and more! If you have any questions, or wish to amend the way we have written up your characters' panels, let us know here! The original log can be found HERE.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed.

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[wizzardly]

[Rincewind is tipsily unobservant enough to miss the shift in mood. He shrugs.]

And you asked my opinion of it. So there you are.

For what it's worth, it would be higher if there were more like you.

[but there aren't, is the part which goes unspoken.]

[protects_the_small]

[Kel could argue. She could give list after list of men she's worked with, trained with, who believe and live the same Code she does. She could tell him about the ones who changed, or the ones who didn't get through, some at the cost of their lives.

She could....

But she's tired, and as she glances over at him, she can tell it would do exactly zero amount of difference.

Suddenly Kel wants to be home in a way she hasn't since she first stepped out of the porter.]

As you say. You are, of course, the expert on how it is in my world, and your experience is the one that matters.

[She stands and walks a few steps before turning and allowing herself one more last word]

I've noticed that the people who say 'Things won't change' are either the ones who don't want it to, or the ones too cowardly to even try.

[with that, she stalks down the hall, back straight with outrage]

[wizzardly]

[Rincewind realizes - late, far too late - that he's upset her somehow. He frowns his startled confusion, opens his mouth to ask something or other, but by then she's already prowling away from him. The wizard's mouth closes again, watching her proud, taut back until it's out of sight.

Damn. Rincewind glares down at his feet, disliking the strange sense of guilt curling his stomach. He never claimed to be a bloody expert. And change? Change what, exactly? Human nature? Change the way people are, the way he's always found them to be?

So he's disappointed her with his cowardice. ...Well, fine. He's used to that.]

Don't look at me like that. [muttered sideways to the Luggage and its wooden judgement.] Better she know who I am now.

[predictable silence answers him.

Rincewind tugs his hat down over his eyes.]